Loss Poem

I am a 36-year-old who has lost both her parents and is struggling to find who I am again.

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One day when I was 15 and in 8th grade, I went home early because I was puking my guts out. when the nurse called my mom, she came and got me and told me I needed to lie down. When I woke up...

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Time Fades

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Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013 with permission of the Author.

The struggles I face
from day to day

Are struggles that won't
seem to fade away

I wake in the morning,
and what do I see?

A lost little girl
mourning to be.

I struggle with loss,
pain, and anxiety too.

But most of all I
struggle from not having you.

Time will heal.
So they say.

So I watch the clock
as time fades away.

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  • Jernie Roach by Jernie Roach
  • 4 years ago

One day when I was 15 and in 8th grade, I went home early because I was puking my guts out. when the nurse called my mom, she came and got me and told me I needed to lie down. When I woke up a couple of hours later, I went downstairs to talk to my mom. When I got to her door, I saw my step-sister was talking to her. I waited for my step-sister to stop talking to my mom then all of a sudden, she got a call from our cousin we haven't heard from in years and I remember what he said. He said, “Ah they found Marcus dead in the desert." Once I heard that, I started bawling my eyes. It felt like my whole world went crashing down. A couple of days later we found out he got beaten to death with a hammer, and to this day, I have nightmares about my dad coming back to life and watching him get killed. It has been two years since he has died. I sometimes think it's my fault he died, like maybe if I tried to call him, he would still be here with me.

  • Charles Phillips by Charles Phillips
  • 6 years ago

I lost my parents at age 11. Mom on Christmas morning, 1972, Dad in April 1973, a week after I was 11. It was hard, still is too. But I kept my dream alive and went on to acting. I do work to help people with their losses. You CAN make a life after loss. Get some help - a group with same experiences. And get that education! Keep your dreams alive. There are many on the net who can inspire you.

  • Linda Quinton by Linda Quinton
  • 5 years ago

I cannot imagine how you would have felt at such a young age not only facing mortality and the loss of one parent, but then a loss of the other. It must have been terrifying for you and still must be so lonely. I can only hope that you had some wonderful family around you to pick you up and hold you. Good on you for staying so strong and following your dreams. Imagine the stories you will be able to tell your parents when you get to see them again.

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